Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.

Dear Ones, Beware of the tiny gods frightened men Create To bring anesthetic relief to their sad days

One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.

Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret

Everyone, whether he is self-denying or self-indulgent, is seeking after the Beloved. Every place may be the shrine of love, whether it be mosque or synagogue.

We have not come here to take prisoners But to surrender ever more deeply To freedom and joy.

The beauty of You delights me. The sight of You amazes me. For the Pearl does this... and the Ocean does that.